title: What are you doing, Dean pt 11

summary: A mind is a terrible thing

disclaim: Not mine, but mine to toy with

rated: T, for language

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Nurse Bennet wheeled Dean to the visitor's rooms and left him outside room #3. He heard shouting but could not make out the words. He tried to get the nurse's attention thenhe wondered if she left. 'why am i sitting here?' Straining his neck around he saw that the nurse had left. All alone he stared a the walls.

After what seemed like an eternity the door to room #3 opened and Dr. Paulyrd walked behind Dean. He pushed him into the room where Sam was standing. "Sammy," Dean choked out, he was so thirsty but glad to see his brother was there.

"Dean, man it is good to see you. How are you feeling?" Sam came around the table to crouch down in front of his older brother. The doctor had left but Sam knew he was watching and listening.

"Thirsty," Dean felt clammy and hot. His eyes were glazed and unfocused.

"Here drink this," Sam held a cup of water to Dean's lips and carefully helped him drink. When he was finished he asked, "Sam, what is going on? Where's Dad?"

"Dean you have been declared incompetent and in the care of Dr. Paulyrd until you are better." Sam spit out the last part bitterly, he needed a plan. He was going to have to go over his legal notes to see if what the good doctor had given him was legit.

"Oh," was all that Dean said. He looked around the room then back to Sam, "Dad's going to be furious we did not get to Livingston in time." He let his head loll back, he was so tired. Nothing seemed solid. 'floaty, it's all puffy'

"Dean, look at me," Sam took his brother's face in his hands, "stay focused here. I am trying to get you out of here as fast as I can. But you have got to help me here. Cooperate with the staff, try to get off the drugs, play nice with the other patients. Dean listen to me." Sam gently shook his brother when he stared to drift. "I'll be back tomorrow, same time."

Dean frowned, "Don't leave me Sammy. It's lonely and boring in here." He would have dropped his head if Sam had not been holding it up. "I've got to tell you something, something I have to remember..." he stared off into space. 'what was it, it was important'

"What is it Dean?" Sam hated seeing his strong older brother reduced to this.

Dean's eyes snapped back to Sam's, "It had something to do with our last job..." his voice trailed off. "Can I have some water?" he blinked to clear his vision, try to focus his thoughts.

Sam got up to get him some water. Again he asked, "What do you have to tell me Dean?" as he helped him drink.

"I can't remember, Sam," Dean let his head drop, what he saw shamed him. "I pissed myself Sam...what's happening to me?" To his horror he started to cry, "Don't leave me, it's not safe here." He was not in control. 'i'm loosing it'

Sam was shocked to see this, Dean never cried. At that moment Paulyrd opened the door officially ending the visit. He started to wheel Dean away when Sam grabbed his brother's arms strapped to the chair. "I'll be back tomorrow, same time. Remember that Dean. I will be back." With a parting glare to the doctor, he released his brother.

Dean had stopped crying and frowned at Sam, "I'll try, Sammy." He then let his chin drop to his chest and he stared at his wet lap the whole trip to his room. After the doctor injected him with his second dose for the day, Dean was put to bed. 'i ache' was the last thought he had as the orderlies stripped him then strapped him down to the bed covering him with a sheet. He slept for the next four hours haunted by dreams of darkness, knives, and blood. 'you are mine, you can't get away'

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